The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 261 261: I was somewhere else...

Lyla "I don't know," I murmured, staring at my hands, which looked quite ordinary to me. "I swear I didn't do that on purpose; I was just going to ..." As I tried to demonstrate how I wanted to defend myself, Clarissa ducked. Her eyes were wide with fear.

Quickly, I withdrew my hands and tucked them behind me. "I'm sorry," was all I could mutter.

She stared atfor a few minutes. "I thought they said you lost your powers? Is the Moonsinging thing even real?" I turned to her. "So, I was told but I guess it never really went away and..." I raised my hand again to speak and the next minute, the room door slammed with a resounding bang...

Clarissa was gone.

Her footsteps echoed down the hallway in rapid succession. I stared at my hand again watching as tiny wisps of white energy dissipated from my fingertips like morning mist.

"What just happened?" I whispered to the empty room, still staring at my palm in disbelief.

My heart was still pounding from the encounter, my hands trembling slightly as I stared at the space where she had stood just moments ago. The memory of what had just happened-the burst of energy, the way she had been flung across the room—played over and over in my mind.

I exhaled shakily, trying to make sense of it.

What was happening to me? I pressed a hand against my chest, my fingers tracing the spot where my heartbeat pulsed steadily beneath my skin. The warmth, the power-—I had felt this before. The first tthe Ferals attacked. And now, here it was again as if something deep insidehad been reawakened.

My mind raced back to the moment my wolf - Nymeris had died—or rather, killed by me. Her last words echoed through my mind: "You will regain your full moonsinging ability. It's in your blood, in your soul. It never truly left you. Your power will return." I had dismissed it as the ramblings of a dying consciousness, but now... now I wasn't so sure.

The towel still wrapped aroundwas damp and uncomfortable. I moved to the pile of fresh clothes the maids had left—simple black leggings and an oversized sweater. As I dressed, I noticed something strange. The bone- deep exhaustion that had plaguedsince I cout from the Northern Forest had completely vanished. Frowning, I examined my arms and legs. The scratches from tree branches, the bruises from my fall-all gone, without a trace. Even the dull ache in my head had disappeared, replaced by a clarity I hadn't felt in years.

I double-checked again by stretching my fingers and checking for any lingering soreness, but there was nothing. I flexed my hands and rolled my shoulders. I felt ... whole. The realization sent a thrill through me.

For whatever reason, something felt different about me. Excitement began to build up inside of me. An impulse seized me. I needed to try it—to see if I could actually do it again after all these years. Not here, though. Not where anyone might see.

"Moonsinging," I murmured, testing the word on my tongue. It felt right somehow, familiar in a way that stirred something ancient in my blood.

I needed to test it.

Carefully, I cracked open the door and peered into the hallway before stepping out. No one was around. Taking a deep breath, I slipped out, padding silently down the corridor, my feet moving towards a secluded area - it was a small clearing at the edge of the pack hidden by a natural formation of rocks and dense shrubs.

As I continued walking, trying to be as less noticeable as possible, my mind drifted to the unopened letter my father had left forbefore his death. I remembered I wanted to open it back at the hotel room after my wedding with Nathan was cancelled. I must have left it in that hotel room because I didn't take it with me.

Making a mental note to go check it out later, I continued towards the clearing. With each step I took, the urge to sing out grew stronger. I met a few pack members along the way, but they merely nodded respectfully, assuming I had the Alpha's permission to wander freely.

The afternoon sun was beginning its descent as I reached the edge of the pack grounds. I could smell the distinct scent of pine and wild berries that marked the boundary of Blue Ridge territory. Just beyond a cluster of evergreen shrubs lay the small clearing I remembered.

It was exactly as I recalled-a perfect circle of soft grass surrounded by smooth, moss-covered stones that rose up like ancient sentinels. The place had a sacred feel to it, as if generations of wolves had used this spot for private rituals and moments of reflection.

I used to chere a lot whenever I had episodes of pheromone shaming from pack members. I always felt drawn to it. To this day, no one knew anything about this place and I wanted to keep it like that. Not even Nathan knew here.

I exhaled deeply as I stepped into the center of the clearing and closed my eyes, trying to control my pounding heart. The last tI had properly moonsung was with Xander at that old warehouse five years ago.

Aside from occasional burst of it, I've never fully felt the energy I felt a while ago with Clarissa. Closing my eyes, I placed a hand over my chest, still feeling my heart harmmering wildly against my ribs.

"Focus, Lyla" I whispered to myself. "Remember how it felt." I took a slow breath, inhaling the crisp scent of pine and damp earth. Then, I willed myself to remember.

The old warehouse. Xander's touch. The way the power had surged through me, like lightning waiting to be unleashed.

The memory was faint at first, but as I held onto it. With each breath, I felt myself sinking deeper into a state of calm awareness. What had Xander toldback then? "Don't try to force it. Let it rise naturally, like the tide answering the moon's call." I reached inside myself, past the human thoughts and anxieties, past even my natural instincts, into something deeper and more primal. I imagined roots extending from my feet into the earth, drawing up energy like a tree draws water.

At first, nothing happened. Just as frustration began to creep in, I felt something shift. I felt it—a tiny spark igniting somewhere in the center of my chest. A warm, thrumming sensation spread through my limbs, curling like a tendril of energy around my fingers. It grew slowly, warmingfrom the inside out, spreading through my veins like burning liquid.

A shiver ran down my spine, and my lips parted as an unfamiliar yet achingly familiar melody pushed its way to the surface.

My eyes flew open as a surge of energy coursed through me, powerful enough to lift my arms of their own accord. And then, without conscious thought, I began to sing.

The first note was shaky, uncertain. But as the sound left my lips, it took on a life of its own, flowing effortlessly fromlike water finding its way downstream.

The melody was ancient, it poured from my lips as naturally as breathing, ancient words in ao m language I shouldn't know but somehow did. My voice rang clear and true in the quiet clearing, each note perfectly pitched and resonating with power. I didn't know the words, but they poured fromas if I had been singing them all my life.

The moment my voice filled the air, the energy aroundshifted.

Blue energy-different from the white burst that had protectedfrom Clarissa-began to materialize around me. It swirled and danced, responding to the cadence of my song, pulsing with each rise and fall of the melody.

My body moved instinctively, swaying gently at first, then with more purpose. My arms extended outward, palms up as if offering the song to the heavens. The blue energy spiraled up my legs, around my torso, caressing my skin with tingling warmth. My head tilted back, face turned toward the sky, throat exposed in the ultimate display of vulnerability and trust.

My hair floated around my face as if suspended in water, the energy creating its own gentle current in the air around me.

The translucent, blue aura continued to swirl around me, wrapping around my body like a living entity. It coiled around my arms, snaked through my fingers, danced across my skin like silver moonlight.

With each note, I felt more powerful, more connected to everything around me. I could sense the trees breathing, the small creatures watching from their hiding places, the very heartbeat of the earth beneath my feet. The boundaries between myself and the world seemed to dissolve, my consciousness expanding outward like ripples in a pond. The song grew more intense, my voice hitting notes I never knew I could reach. The blue energy pulsed brighter, spinning faster around me, liftingslightly off the ground so that my toes barely brushed the grass below. And then-everything changed.

A sharp pull, like invisible hands gripping my very essence, yankedbackward. The blue energy surroundingintensified, blinding in its brilliance. The wind roared. The air crackled.

I was falling.

No.

I was somewhere else.

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